[h3][color=6ecff6][center]~Ceri~[/center][/color][/h3]
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For the most part, Ceri kept to herself most of the trip in usual fashion. As they made their way out of the city, Ceri kept up well enough with the others, though sometimes found herself having to catch up a bit. When she wasn't doing that, she stuck mostly to Illedrith still and took to watching anyone else they passed on their travels. She had never been many places - merchants, travelers and the like always fascinated her. She couldn't help but be curious as to where they were from, or what they were doing, but she was far too shy to ask them of it.

When they made camp, Ceri contented herself with reading a few books and listening to the idle chatter of others. Cyril was being his usual self, making some copies likely to help watch the camp. She even had what she that was hopefully a pleasant chat with someone else, though she spent most of the time listening. She was a little sad when morning came and they had to part ways, but she had to keep up with the others. When they finally reached the Regina river, Ceri had to gawk a bit at how big it was.

She had never seen something quite so big, let alone a river of all things. She knew they could get big from reading about them, but to see it first hand was something else indeed. She had never had much interaction with a sailboat before either, and now she was on one. It was equal parts exciting and equal parts frightening...but as long as she had Mis and the others, she was fine.

The rest of the trip was a little more difficult. After splitting off from the majority of the other travelers, they took the path towards the mountain. Needless to say, a lot of walking was happening and Ceri was thankful she had always been light on her feet. Didn't stop her from internally complaining internally about how much her feet hurt though. For two days, even. 

She was relieved when they finally reached Robinsend. Maybe she could get a chance to rest. The small mountain town looked like one might expect. Stone and wooden houses intermingled as she observed the town, telling a fairly obviously tale of how it was built. It was larger than she thought it'd be, and as soon as they arrived they were greeted by an elderly man that Cyril was first to greet. The Mayor of the town?

[color=6ecff6]"E-erm...what happened to the people before us?"[/color] She hesitantly asked, immediately regretting asking.